[He winces, stumbles a bit and holds a hand to his temple - that screeching was back again. And it was somehow magnified in his mind, almost on the level of nails scraping a board. It feels like there was something going to break in his head. His eyes were closed without a conscious thought to it.]

{how can i make this stop}


[His eyes still closed, instead he uses his hands to feel around the contents of his bag. His fingers brush the neck of the bottle he'd been given at the start, now devoid of its contents.]

[But not entirely useless.]

[When he opens his eyes again, he sees the person was sitting on the ground, back turned toward him.]



[... Perfect.]